Unbelievable Luxury! Liberty Deluxe House Awaits in I-City, Shah Alam!
Okay, buckle up, because reviewing "Unbelievable Luxury! Liberty Deluxe House Awaits in I-City, Shah Alam!" is turning into a full-blown saga, and I’m here for it. Prepare for the unvarnished truth, the good, the bad, the utterly bizarre. Let’s get this show on the road (or, rather, into the hotel).
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- Title: Unbelievable Luxury? Liberty Deluxe House in I-City, Shah Alam Review: The Good, The Quirks, and The Maybe Not-So-Good
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- Description: A brutally honest, deeply personal, and occasionally rambling review of the Liberty Deluxe House in i-City, Shah Alam. We dive into the luxury, the accessibility, the food, the fun, and the not-so-fun, warts and all. Expect real-world insights, quirky observations, and opinions stronger than a Malaysian chili padi.
(Deep breath… and we begin!)
Alright, “Unbelievable Luxury,” huh? That’s a bold claim, Liberty Deluxe House. A bold claim. My inner cynic (and let's be honest, she's a constant companion) raised an eyebrow. But hey, I’m always up for a challenge, and a challenge is what I got.
Accessibility: The Good and the "Almost"
Okay, let's start with something important: access. The hotel does list "Facilities for disabled guests," an elevator, and wheelchair accessibility. That’s a HUGE plus, and it’s something I always appreciate. I didn’t specifically test every aspect, mind you, but the general impression was… cautiously optimistic. More investigation is required, as the devil, naturally, is in the details. They seem to be trying, which is infinitely better than not.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges, Wheelchair accessible (These are listed separately, so they get their own little shout-out) - Again, I saw a few (hopefully) accessible routes within the buildings, but I couldn't fully confirm the "accessibility" of dining or lounges. More, more, more research is needed.
Internet & Staying Connected (Because, Let's Be Real, We Need It)
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? YES! A godsend. Because, honestly, who doesn't need to check their emails/scroll through endless reels/watch cats doing stupid things while on vacation? The connection was decent (kudos!), and it was definitely appreciated. A little bit of work went into the wired connection (Internet [LAN]) as well. But… let's be honest, I'm probably not gonna plug in an Ethernet cable unless absolutely necessary.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa-tacular or Just…Spasmic?
This is where things got interesting.
- Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Body scrub, Body wrap, Massage, Foot bath: These are all listed, and I, of course, was intrigued. I mean, "Unbelievable Luxury," right? So, I envision a world-class spa experience. The reality? Well, let's just say I felt like I was in a slightly less luxurious hospital room, and I don't mean that in a bad way. There was a certain… clinical feeling that made me feel somewhat better, yet also made me question the "unbelievable" part of the equation. The massage was decent, but not mind-blowing. The sauna? Functional. The steam room? Steamy. Body scrub and wrap? I can't say. They were listed.
- Pool with view, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: The pool… hmm. It was out there. I'm talking scenic views, good, great, and even spectacular at certain times of the day. The view was the highlight. The pool itself was… well, a pool. Nothing particularly exceptional, but perfectly adequate for a dip and a splash.
- Fitness center, Gym/fitness: This is where the "unbelievable" promise crumbled a little bit. The gym was… small. Very small. A few treadmills, some weights, and that's about it. And it smelled faintly of sweat and desperation, which, to be fair, is pretty much what a gym should smell like. Still, if you're a hardcore fitness fanatic, you might want to pack your own dumbbells.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Modern Necessity
This is where Liberty Deluxe House truly shines.
- Anti-viral cleaning products; Daily disinfection in common areas; Hygiene certification; Individually-wrapped food options; Physical distancing of at least 1 meter; Professional-grade sanitizing services; Room sanitization opt-out available; Rooms sanitized between stays; Sanitized kitchen and tableware items; Staff trained in safety protocol; and Sterilizing equipment: Okay, that's a long list. But it's a good list! The commitment to hygiene was evident, which is a huge relief in these times. They were taking it seriously, and it showed. I felt safe, which is priceless.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (Mostly Good, Occasionally…Interesting)
- A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant: The sheer volume of options is impressive. I'm a sucker for a good buffet, and theirs was, well, decent. The Asian breakfast was pretty good, but the Western breakfast felt a little… generic. I wouldn’t say "unbelievable", though, and here's where I'll be honest, I'm not a big soup person. The pool bar's happy hour made up for it. The coffee shop was also pretty solid, and the service was genuinely friendly and helpful.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Extras (And The Occasional Missing Piece)
- Air conditioning in public area; Audio-visual equipment for special events; Business facilities; Cash withdrawal; Concierge; Contactless check-in/out; Convenience store; Currency exchange; Daily housekeeping; Doorman; Dry cleaning; Elevator; Essential condiments; Facilities for disabled guests; Food delivery; Gift/souvenir shop; Indoor venue for special events; Invoice provided; Ironing service; Laundry service; Luggage storage; Meeting/banquet facilities; Meetings; Meeting stationery; On-site event hosting; Outdoor venue for special events; Projector/LED display; Safety deposit boxes; Seminars; Shrine; Smoking area; Terrace; Wi-Fi for special events; Xerox/fax in business center: This is a comprehensive list. The concierge was helpful, the daily housekeeping was efficient, and the air conditioning worked! The convenience store was handy for grabbing snacks and essentials. However, I did notice a lack of… well, let’s just say some of the services listed (shrine? Really?) weren’t super obvious. Then, I realized: the “unbelievable luxury” was in the infrastructure, not necessarily the amenities.
For the Kids: Babysitting Service vs. Kiddie Chaos?
- Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: I wasn't traveling with kids, so I can't give you a firsthand account. But the hotel seems to cater to families, based on the amenities. So, kudos to that, I guess?
Getting Around: Wheels and Wings (or Just Wheels)
- Airport transfer, Bicycle parking, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: Plenty of options here. The free parking was a bonus. They had all the bases covered when it came to getting around.
Available in All Rooms: The Must-Haves and The Extras (And the Occasional Mystery)
- Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Bathtub, Blackout curtains, Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens: Okay, so this list is massive. And the rooms? They were *
Liberty Deluxe House @ I-City: Operation "Just Survive and Maybe Have Fun"
Okay, so, here's the deal. I've somehow talked myself into a "relaxing getaway" at the Liberty Deluxe House in I-City, Shah Alam. Relaxing? In a place that promises "digital lights" and "theme park thrills"? We'll see about that. My expectations? Managed. My sanity? On life support. Let's dive in.
Day 1: The Pre-Vacation Vacation of Doom (and Delayed Flights)
8:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Airport Anxiety & Kuala Lumpur Landing (A Big Fat Maybe)
The initial plan, as usual, was flawless. Wake up, pack with Zen-like precision, breeze through security, sip an overpriced latte, and arrive in KL with the poise of a seasoned traveler. Reality? I woke up at 7:45, the packing was a frantic scramble, and the latte was splattered all over my favorite t-shirt thanks to a rogue pothole on the way to the airport. Did I even pack a decent outfit? Probably not. The flight was delayed (of course), and the entire KLIA experience involved more people than I've seen in my entire life, all of them seemingly in a hurry to get somewhere, and me, just wanting a place to sit down and not speak to anyone for at least 2 minutes. (wishful thinking)
11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: KLIA Food Court Fiasco: Where Dreams Go to Die (and Fries Get Cold)
Okay, so, hungry. And stressed. Airport food court. Need I say more? The options ranged from suspiciously colored noodles to mystery meat on sticks. I opted for fries, because fries. They were cold. Seriously, cold. And the accompanying plastic cup of ketchup was… well, let's just say it didn't inspire culinary poetry. Spent a good 15 minutes people-watching, desperately trying to figure out if anyone was having a better day than I was. Spoiler alert: they probably were.
1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Taxi Tango & the Search for Liberty: "Are We There Yet?!"
Finally, landed in KL. After the airport-induced chaos, I braced myself for the taxi ride to I-City, which was… an experience. Traffic. Endless traffic. My driver, bless his heart, seemed to have a GPS that was perpetually lagging. "Are we there yet?" I kept muttering under my breath. Every turn felt like a gamble. It was a masterclass in patience (or a crash course in losing it).
Then, finally, we reached I-City. The "digital lights" were already visible from the distance – a jarring neon spectacle like a disco threw up on a funfair. My initial reaction? Oh, dear god.
3:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Liberty Deluxe House: Hope for (Relatively) Clean Sheets?
Found the Liberty Deluxe House. The lobby was… functional. Not exactly the opulent escape I'd envisioned, but hey, clean sheets are a win, right? Check-in was quick, and the staff seemed friendly enough, maybe even a tiny bit bemused by my somewhat disheveled state. The room? Pleasantly surprising to be honest. It was more spacious than I'd expected, it had a view of… something, and it looked reasonably clean. Thank god.
4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: The Room: A Solitary Retreat (and Maybe a Nap)
Spent some quality time reconnecting with myself and the room. Unpacked, stared out the window, and debated the merits of a nap. The nap won. Slept. Glorious, unadulterated, pre-vacation nap. Needed it.
6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: The I-City Lights: Blinded by the Neon (but in a good way?) So, I thought, "Embrace the chaos. Dive in." Stepped outside and into the heart of I-City digital lights. My first impression? Overwhelming. Almost too much. All the colours, and the sounds! It's a relentless assault on the senses. Like, your eyeballs are basically being force-fed a rave. Still, there's a weird, almost addictive quality to it. I found myself wandering around, taking it all in. The "Snow Walk" (a fake snow experience) was a bit tacky, but hey, at least it was air-conditioned and refreshing after the heat outside.
7:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner: Noodle, and the Search for the "Real" Malaysia Dinner time. I decided to venture beyond the hotel's immediate vicinity, and ended up with a small, local stall, enjoying a very satisfying bowl of noodles. Simple, cheap, and authentic. It was a welcome contrast to the digital frenzy outside. It reminded me that even amidst the flashy theme park, there was still the "real" Malaysia - the everyday life, the smiles, and the delicious, if simple, food.
8:00 PM - Bedtime: Reflecting on Surprises & the Promise of Tomorrow… Back in my room now. And, so far, my first day at I-City was a mixed bag. Stressful start, then some nice moments and a good meal. And now? I'm thinking about Day 2. I'm pretty sure chaos will ensue. It's a guarantee.
Day 2: The Theme Park Tango & Surprises, Maybe
9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Breakfast: The Hotel Buffet Odyssey
Armed with a fresh perspective (and a strong cup of coffee), I embarked on the hotel breakfast buffet. I was prepared for a chaotic scrum, but was pleasantly surprised to find it relatively civilized. The usual suspects were there – scrambled eggs that probably came from a carton, questionable sausages, and a vast array of pastries that looked suspiciously uniform. But hey, fuel for the day is fuel for the day.
10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: The I-City Park: Rides, Thrills, and the Fear Factor Time to face the theme park. I chose some of the less extreme rides (I'm not a fan of heights, okay?). The rides were… decent. Slightly dated, but the sheer joy on some of the faces of the others made the whole thing worthwhile.
1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch & Escape Planning:
Needed to escape. Needed food. Found a café that served simple, delicious food, and spent the time mentally planning my escape route.
2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Free Time:
Oh, the joy of free time. Actually, my phone was dead, so I just chilled on a bench, and enjoyed the sounds of the afternoon.
Day 3: Departure & Final Thoughts
9:00 AM - 10:00 AM: Farewell Breakfast (and Desperate Coffee Seeking)
Another buffet. More questionable sausages. But hey, at least I knew what to expect this time. And the coffee, thankfully, was passable.
10:00 AM - 11:00 AM: Packing & Existential Dread:
Packing. The dreaded ritual. Sorting through the remnants of a weekend, feeling simultaneously relieved and strangely melancholic. Relieved to be leaving, melancholic that it was over.
11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Taxi Drama (Round Two):
The taxi ride back to the airport. Traffic. More traffic. My driver this time was… interesting. Let’s just say there was a lot of honking. And at least one near-miss.
12:00 PM - Onwards: Homeward Bound (and the Promise of a Proper Shower)
At the airport again. Delayed flight again. But this time, I felt different. Maybe it’s the post-vacation glow. Maybe it's the relief of being done. Or maybe it’s just that I finally packed a decent outfit. Who knows.
Final Thoughts:
So, I-City. A sensory overload. A kaleidoscope of lights, sounds, and… well, just a lot of stuff. It wasn't the relaxing retreat I'd envisioned. But it was… something. It was a reminder that sometimes, even the most chaotic, unexpected, even slightly terrifying experiences can be… well, memorable. And that sometimes, a cold beer and hot shower afterward is all you really need.
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So, what *is* this all about, anyway? (Like, the **actual** thing. Not the theory)
Ugh, that's a loaded question, isn't it? Think of it like... trying to assemble a flat-pack bookshelf with instructions written in Swahili after a triple espresso. At first, you're baffled. You poke at it. You mutter under your breath. You throw a wrench across the room (hypothetically, of course… usually a pen). Then, slowly, *very* slowly, things start to click. You see the connections. The whole thing, you realise, it's more than just a bunch of screws and wood. It’s an unfolding *experience* - in my case a painful and a wonderful one! The point is, at first it’s all gibberish. Then... maybe, just *maybe* you can start building something decent.
Okay, I'm intrigued (maybe). What's this "flat-pack bookshelf" actually *stand for*?
This is where things get... *personal*. It's about the constant pressure of life. That feeling that you're always trying to put *something* together. It's the messiness of relationships, the weirdness of getting older, the whole "existential dread sprinkled with a dash of online shopping" combo. It's also about the things that make you smile, like a perfect cup of coffee, or a silly memory of your first pet. I’m also including the awful situations. But the good stuff too. I would not be writing about it if it wasn’t the bad as well as good.
Is this... a philosophy blog? A therapy session? What *is* this?
Honestly? I don't have a freakin' clue. Probably a mix. Maybe a mid-life crisis disguised as a blog. I'm just trying to figure things out, alright? If you get something out of it, great. If not… well, at least *I* had fun writing it (most of the time. Okay, sometimes). I consider it a personal outlet. A venting session. A way to process. And hopefully, a way to connect.
Do you ever… hesitate to reveal things?
Oh, HELL yes. Absolutely. I have moments, especially around the awkward bits. Last week I spilled a really embarrassing story to an old friend. Then, *bam*, I started thinking, "Do I REALLY need to share this with the internet?" The answer lately is often, "Yes, probably." Because, here's the thing: if I'm being honest, maybe it might help someone else out there. And if not? At least I got a laugh out of it. Or, a horrified, "Wow, that's you?" I suppose it’s a calculated risk; revealing personal failings.
Are you trying to be funny? Because... I haven't laughed yet.
Okay, fair enough. I aim for a chuckle, a wry smile, maybe a full-on belly laugh if the stars align. If you've cracked a single smile from something in here, I'm thrilled. If you think I am as funny as a root canal, well... at least you're reading. And honestly, sometimes the best humor comes from the sheer absurdity of life. I'm like a comedic magician. I hide the suffering in the funny.
What does this *not* cover?
I'm not going to pretend to be some guru. This is my slice of life. I'm not a financial advisor. I'm not an expert on quantum physics. I probably won't tell you how to build a rocket ship (though, hey, maybe one day...). Expect messy opinions. Expect unfinished thoughts. Expect the occasional grammatical error (sorry, English teachers!). Expect a lot of rambling, and some very silly experiences.
Where do you even *start*?
Well, the starting point has always been the chaos in my head. It's usually a feeling, a memory, a particularly annoying interaction with a cashier who clearly hates their job. I have a notebook always at the ready, and I'm always making notes. It feels like organizing a tangled ball of yarn, one little thread at a time, and then, the rest just kind of spills out.
What's the *worst* part of all of this?
Oh, hands down, the vulnerability. Putting yourself out there, knowing people will read this and maybe… judge you? It's terrifying. I’ve had moments staring at the publish button, thinking, “Is this a good idea? Really? What if my ex sees this? What if my *mom* sees this?!" It's a vulnerability hangover every time. But then I remember... it’s not always about me. It's about the experience. Right? Right?!
So, what's the *best* part?
When someone, somewhere, says, "Hey, I get it." Or "Me too!" Or, even better, when they share their own story. THAT. That's the magic. Knowing you’re not alone in this crazy, mixed-up world is a powerful thing. And if it can inspire someone to laugh, or think, or *feel* something, then it's all worth it. Even the vulnerability. Even the late nights staring at a blank page. Even the *very* awkward stories…
Okay, let's talk about that "awkward story" then...
Alright, here comes the cringe. I remember this one time, at a work dinner, and this guy, let's call him ... Steve, was telling this hilarious story about how he accidentally set his kitchen on fire trying to make toast. The whole table was in stitches. I, wanting to impress, and because I had a very similar story, piped up I set my own kitchen on fire. And I said it as if it were one of the most awful experiences ever and for sure was more entertaining. But mine was... with a deep fryer, and it involved a *lot* more grease, andHotelish
